Page 47 of Mastered By Love


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“Yes.Yes.”

I stride into my bedroom.When I kick the door closed behind us, it plunges the room into complete darkness.

“How can you see in here?”She laughs.“Should we turn on the light…?”

“No.Lights stay off.”

She must be confused, but she nods.She doesn’t ask questions.Perhaps she ought to.I want her to be comfortable enough to ask, but I also don’t want to explain my past or dredge up old history.I simply want to move forward, with Leah.This woman who brightens my world with a smile and sense of adventure.Everything is new through her eyes.Everything is possible.

* * *

Leah

Gage doesn’t stop touching me.He lowers me to the bed and leans in.My dress has hiked up and my inner thighs rub against his slacks and belt.The fabric burns in the best way.I slide my hands up over his shoulders to cup his face.I want to feel him—strong jaw, whiskered cheeks—when I kiss him.

He groans into my mouth, a low sound of pleasure.My thundering heartbeat is so loud in my ears, I can barely hear myself think.

He pulls back.

I stare into blackness.“Everything okay?”

“Just putting my glasses down,” he explains.

I wish it weren’t so dark, but if this is the way he needs to do this, I’ll take it.

He kisses down my throat to the low neckline of my dress.I arch up, toward his mouth.His kisses are licks of fire, lighting me up.

“Can I touch you?”My voice is hushed because I’m afraid to break the spell.

“You can touch me anywhere you want, little girl.I waited too long to let you.”

“Now’s the perfect time.”I don’t want us to be filled with regret.

I run my hands over his shoulders and to his chest, where I unbutton his shirt.He holds himself motionless above me.As I work the buttons free, I trace his skin, firm and smooth.It’s a feast of texture.Warm skin, some chest hair, the ridges of his muscles that I follow down past his navel to the waistband of his pants.

He lets me struggle with the buckle, laughing when I swear at it because I can’t unfasten it at first.

“Need help?”He chuckles.

“No, I know how belts work.”I grumble at it, then finally get the buckle free.Next, the button and zipper on his pants.Then I’m reaching into the fabric and touching him through his underwear.

He’s thick and hard in my hand.I close my fist around his length, squeezing gently.Testing his reaction.

“Leah.”A rumble.A warning.An entreaty.

“I want you.”I give him an extra squeeze.“So much.Do you want me?”

He leans up and I’m forced to let him go.I feel the loss like a knife blade until his hands are on my legs, traveling up my thighs to grip the sides of my underwear.He yanks them down and off.

He skims his hands over my bare legs.“Take off your dress.I want all your skin against mine.”

I’m quick to comply, pulling the fabric up and over my head.The bed moves as Gage maneuvers out of his clothing.At least, that’s what I think he’s doing.I wish I could see.

His warm fingertips caress my skin, exploring me thoroughly.“I’ve wanted you since I first saw you, Leah.And I’ve wanted you even more as I’ve gotten to know you.I want you so much, it hurts.”

Feeling brave, I reach for him again.He’s on his knees next to me.I follow the strong lines of his thighs to find the hard cock waiting for me.

I grip the base.“Can I put you in my mouth?”